What I Know of Dry Winter Mornings
I woke up to a bare, chilly day in Brooklyn
The sun shone on gaunt, naked trees.
I have seen trees like this before, in one place--
Cambridge, dry winter mornings.
I missed Sever Hall, a lectern, a professor
Instructing on Rousseau to Foucault,
Students scribble notes,
Outside, the world holds its breath.
The sun shone on gaunt, naked trees.
I have seen trees like this before, in one place--
Cambridge, dry winter mornings.
I missed Sever Hall, a lectern, a professor
Instructing on Rousseau to Foucault,
Students scribble notes,
Outside, the world holds its breath.
posted by Quang Tran at 10:50 AM
2 Comments:
I miss Cambridge too.
quang! it's angela! so you miss sever and glyn morgan's lectures, eh?
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